𝓛𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓣𝓸 𝓝𝓸 𝓞𝓷𝓮 ʲⁱⁿᵏᵒᵒᵏ

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Seokjin

I ran up to my room in tears. This couldn't be happening! My precious, sweet grandma was no more. How was I supposed to go on without her? She was just the best.

The door creaked and I felt my bed sink next to me as I buried my head in my pillows even more. I knew who it was just by the scent of her perfume yet I still refused to acknowledge her. I wanted to be alone in my grief. This was private. Why couldn't she understand? Then again, no one would understand except for my grandma but she was no more.

"Seokjinnie...... baby..... I'm so sorry my angel. This has to happen. This is what life is. We are born, we live and then we die. It's the cycle of life and we can't change that," my mother tried.

I cried even louder. She didn't understand. No one would. Grandma knew. She understood. Without her, I was a mere shell now.

"There's something else Jinssi."

I looked up at that. What could be worse? What more had I to deal with?

Tears stained my face and I found my mother's soft, gentle hand, wiping them away slowly.

"We have to leave this house."

Nooooooooooo! Not that! Anything but that!!!

"Why?" I hiccupped through fresh tears.

"This home was owned by your grandparents and we don't have the money to take care of it. We have to go back to the farm and salvage what we can. Your father lost his job last month and we didn't want to tell you since you were busy with your finals."

I wiped my tears away furiously.

"You can't do this! Haven't I suffered enough now that grammy is gone? Don't let me lose my friends and everyone I grew up with here. Please eomma," I pleaded with my mother.

She caressed my cheek softly. "I'm sorry baby. There's nothing we can do."

I screamed and buried my head in my pillow once again. I hated my mother. How could she do this to me?

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I stood on the threshold of the gravesite and held my friend Hoseok's hand tightly. He was my best friend. The tears still flowed, even after a week of my grandma's death. The pastor was speaking but I hardly heard anything until I felt a movement next to me and my father woke up to throw some earth over the coffin as it was lowered. I bit my lip and tried to hold back my tears but it was a losing battle.

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It was moving day and Hoseok and some of our other friends were helping me pack up my stuff. I would miss my room. This place that held so many fond memories for me. But now it would belong to some other child. And he or she would make new memories here.

My father popped his head in and smiled as he watched my friends tie up the last box.

"All set Seokjin?"

"Yes appa. All set," I said forlornly.

"Hey. Chin up okay?" Hoseok said and held me tightly. "We can always write to each other. And when I'm older, I'll come and get you and we'll live together, I promise." He crossed his heart and said he hoped to die. I laughed at his cuteness and how serious he looked when he said it.

"We can email Hobi. No one writes letters anymore," I scoffed at him good naturedly.

He stood and thought for a moment.

"Of course people still use snail mail Jinnie. How else does my appa get his utilities bill?"

I shrugged my shoulders and picked up my backpack. "Beats me Hobi. Come on. Let's get out of here. I need to get to the truck before appa starts getting angry."

I turned to look at my empty room one last time and a small tear escaped my eye. I wiped it away quickly then walked out with Hoseok holding my hand firmly. My heart was heavy as I got onto the back seat of the truck.

I waved at my friends who had all gathered to watch the truck haul our belongings out of our quiet neighborhood. Our neighbors too came out and waved us by. Hoseok ran along the side of the truck and I leaned out and waved to him, tears clouding my vision. Eventually he became a distant dot and I sat down in my seat. A small hand wrapped itself around my fingers and squeezed tightly. I turned and looked at my sister Sarang.

"It's okay oppa. It's not goodbye forever. One day we'll come back. And you and I will live there again."

I smiled and nodded my head. She was right. It wasn't goodbye. I would be back and I would be happy again.

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